So...I'm not doing the two shot. I'm just going to make this a small story. So, without further ado, chapter two.
Regina stopped midway to the living room after she heard the knocks. She set her small bowl down and walked to the door, annoyed.
"Jefferson, I'm not ready yet." She said opening the door, with a flirty smile that quickly dropped to a frown when she saw Robin instead of the hatter. "Robin." She said bring her voice up from the flirty tone of before.
"Regina." He stiffed his hands into his pocket, only to remove them and scratch the back of his neck before placing them back.
"How are you here? You left with your wife and you shouldn't be able to come back." She said squinting at him, testing to see if he was really there. She couldn't believe it when she saw he was really there.
"I don't know. I came to see if I could, even if I would get lost, or die in the process." He sighed, or did he hold his breath after seeing her reaction of disbelief and sadness. "I had to leave that place. I couldn't find happiness. Only sorrow, and pain of not having you." He followed with seeing her eyes begin to water.
"You should've never come back. Roland is probably going crazy, and Miriam too." She started closing the door by leaning it inwards but not all the way.
He placed his hand on the door, stopping it from closing anymore. "Regina, please. It hurts me to see you with other men," He was talking about Jefferson but it had been almost a year since he last saw her and didn't know who all she could've been with," and I can't help but think you don't love me anymore, that you've moved on. It's fine if you have, I'll go back to Roland and Miriam and leave you be. Just please tell me."
'Pull him in and kiss him, tell him that you still love him. Come on Regina do it.' Her heart screamed at her. "I have a date tonight Robin." She said flatly, with a sharp pain to her heart as she said it, she hid it well, she had learned how to. "You have a wife, and a wonderful son. Be with them." She said her hands touched his and pushed them from the door. "Goodbye." She shut the door finally. Her heart stung and her eyes burned with tears that were now beginning to fall from her eyes.
She leaned against the door looking out the peephole as he looked stunned. He soon turned and walked away, leaving her even more heart broken that he didn't just blow the door down, and hold her until all her tears were gone and there would be no more. But that wasn't the case.
Robin
There it was. Her choice, leaving his heart in pieces. He started at the door for a few seconds, debating whether or not to barge in and check on her. But he decided against it. She didn't show any signs telling him to not believe anything she says. So he left. He walked down the concrete walkway, and left. 'She is clearly getting ready to go out with Jefferson. Wonder how long that's been going on?' He thinks to himself before walking into granny's. He would get himself a room and leave for New York in the morning.
"Hey, one room, please." He tells granny getting a nod as he sits down at the bar.
Granny quickly checked him in and gave him his key. "What can I get you?" She asks, seeing the trouble in his eyes.
He took the key and fumbled it in his hands before looking up. "The good stuff." He simply responds and looks back down.
She chuckled slightly before replying. "You can't find that here." She answers and grabs a glass, putting water in it.
"What do you mean?" He asks looking at her, pain in his voice and confused when she hands him water instead of whiskey, or a beer.
"If it's about what I think it is. You won't find anything that good here. Anywhere, or any bar in the world." She says wiping the counter. It was getting a little late, though the evening crowd hasn't come in yet. It was him and her. "The good stuff is, rare. It little moments with her. Like the way she was willing to shelter you from harms way. Like the way she trusted you to protect her heart, and didn't burn you to a crisp when you let it slip from your fingers. She didn't want to burn you, instead she wanted to kiss you. And when she did you kissed her back, and you found love. That's the good stuff." She moved and began wiping the counters, preparing for the evening crowd destined to come rushing in soon.
Robin wiped his leaking eyes at the mention of what the good stuff really was. "Well, I'm afraid the good stuff is long gone for me." He sipped the water again, now wishing it was whiskey.
"Why do you say that?" She leaned up in confusion. Her hands quit moving along the counter, cleaning it with the old rag she had.
"She's moved on. She's long gone." He pinched the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut. 'Why did you have to bloody pick Miriam?!' He shouted at himself zoning out.
He was snapped back to reality when granny slapped his arm with the rag. "She has not. The first time I've seen her in months was this after noon. Only a few days after getting out of the hospital." She glared at him with confused eyes.
"The hospital?" He questions, thinking the worse. "Why was she in the hospital?" He asks again.
"It wasn't really the hospital, just the suicide watch. In case she tried anything again." She responded making Robins already teary eyes drain again. 'She tried to kill herself?' He thought before looking up at granny.
'I almost made her kill herself. I almost made one of the most wonderful things in the world, kill herself.' Was all he could think as he left the bar in silence, heading for his room.
*crawls into cave and hides* I'll tell what happened next chapter after he left. It WILL be short, just to tell what she did. :*
